| Sweet Warrior
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| Mr. Stupid
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| If I say what’s on my mind dear
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| The judge will slap me down
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| You got me in the corner
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| And it’s only the second round
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| So I’ll keep my mouth shut darling
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| I’ll be quiet as a lamb
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| And I’ll act just as dumb dear
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| As you really think I am
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| I can shake your hand like an orang-utang
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| Act goofy as a clown
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| Clear the streets and book your seats
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| Mr Stupid’s back in town
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| You can see me shoot right through that hoop
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| It’s a trick of great renown
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| Flip your lids and bring the kids
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| Mr Stupid’s back in town
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| And when your friends point out you’re stuck with
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| A neanderthal for an ex
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| Don’t fret about it darling
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| I still sign my name on cheques
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| I could grunt my way through questions
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| I could scratch myself and howl
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| I could numb you with my dumbness
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| I could lay it on with a trowel
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| I can shake your hand like an orang-utang
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| Act goofy as a clown
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| Clear the streets and book your seats
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| Mr Stupid’s back in town
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| O Mr Stupid’s back in town
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| Mr Stupid’s back in town
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| Mr Stupid’s back in town
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| On your thirty seventh birthday
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| When he handed you that mink
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| Did you still feel like a victim
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| With your elbows in the sink?
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| But I’ve said too much already
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| Now I think I’ll step aside
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| My alter ego’s ready
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| For any questions on your mind
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| I can shake your hand like an orang-utang
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| Act goofy as a clown
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| Clear the streets and book your seats
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| Mr Stupid’s back in town
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| You can see me shoot right through that hoop
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| It’s a trick of great renown
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| Flip your lids and bring the kids
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| Mr Stupid, Mr Stupid’s back in town |